But, Madam, let your grief be laid aside,And let the fountain of your tears be dry'd,In vain they flow to wet the dusty plain,Your sighs are wafted to the skies in vain,Your pains they witness, but they can no more,While Death reigns tyrant o'er this mortal shore.
So, then, Oxford Street, stonyhearted stepmother, thou that listenest to the sighs of orphans, and drinkest the tears of children, at length I was dismissed from thee.thomas de quincey
Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs, Silence that spoke, and eloquence of eyes.
Every burning tear, every harrowing fear, every festering grief, every corroding care, every shooting pain, every piercing remorse; the sighs and moans of lazar-houses reeking with putrefaction and death; the shrieks and wails and clanking chains in hospitals swarming with maniacs; and the curses and blasphemies of dungeons where guilt rots and raves these, all these, are but feeble reverberations of those dismal truths, " Sin reigns unto death." " Death hath passed upon all men, for that all have sinned."
I wasted time , and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch, Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.
I stood inVenice, on the Bridge of sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand: I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand: A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when manya subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, WhereVenice sate in state, thron'd on her hundred isles!Rochdale
The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore,And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.william cullen bryant
Stand still, you floods, do not defaceThat image which you bear:So votaries, from every place,To you shall altars rear.No winds but lovers' sighs blow here,To trouble these glad streams,On which no star from any sphereDid ever dart such beams.thomas carew
When panting sighs the bosom fill, And hands by chance united thrill At once with one delicious pain The pulses and the nerves of twain; When eyes that erst could meet with ease, Do seek, yet, seeking, shyly shun Ecstatic conscious unison, The sure beginnings, say, be these Prelusive to the strain of love Which angels sing in heaven above?arthur hugh clough
A long, soft sigh, one of those very Italian sighs that express so much, that say "Ah, signor, if only this world were an ideal world, what would I not give to be able to do as you ask, we should sit together in the Tuscan sunshine, you and I, just two men together, and we should drink a bottle of the good red wine, and we should sing, ah, how we should sing."alan coren
Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill; Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still.Oliver Goldsmith
You know the problem with the youth nowadays? They're YOUNG!Jolee Bindo
Why, man, if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears: if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs.william shakespeare
Till the rose's lips grow pale With her sighs.
Like tulip-beds of different shape and dyes, Bending beneath the invisible west-wind's sighs.thomas moore
'Twas noon; and every orange bud Hung languid o'er the crystal flood, Faint as the lids of maiden eyes Beneath a lover's burning sighs!thomas moore
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid: Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents.william shakespeare
She waits for me; my lady Earth, Smiles and waits and sighs; I'll say her nay, and hide away, Then take her by surprise.mary mapes dodge
How happy the lover, how easy his chain, how pleasing his pain. How sweet to discover, he sighs not in vain.john dryden
And others came... Desires and Adorations, Winged Persuasions and veiled Destinies, Splendours, and GloOms, and glimmering Incarnations Of hopes and fears, and twilight Phantasies; And Sorrow, with her family of sighs, And Pleasure, blind with tears, led by the gleam Of her own dying smile instead of eyes, Came in slow pomp; the moving pomp might seem Like pageantry of mist on an autumnal stream.Percy Bysshe Shelley